 Look, Vigor, old boy, you're just jealous because I made the pale face without you. Me, jealous of Bob Ho? Mm-hmm. I have so much more than Ho's nose. Why should I fight it? Tell me about my... You have to laugh without even reading it. I love that. How'd you feel having Jane Russell opposite you instead of me in that picture? How would anyone feel switching to filet mignon after a diet of hog's livers?